Chapter 61 You are nothing more than a passerby on his journey...

Leng Dandan certainly wouldn't give up so easily. She was infatuated with Meng Ji, to the point of obsession. After leaving, she headed towards the place where Yao Jin was staying.

This is a rather remote little hill in Buzhou Mountain, so remote it doesn't even have a name. The courtyard is situated by the water, and a gentle breeze carries the sweet fragrance and cool air from the lotus pond at the bottom of the lake.

Almost as soon as she landed, Leng Dandan's eyes flashed with resentment and venom.

She stared intently into the room, her gaze fixed on it.

inside the house

The girl on the bed couldn't fall asleep peacefully as the person who arranged it had intended. Her brows were furrowed, her teeth were deeply embedded in her lips, and her eyelashes were trembling.

"Does Madam still not realize her mistake?"

"Madam, how could you offend the Immortal Lord?"

Praise him, praise how delicious his poisoned pastries are.

"Madam, please don't look."

"I might have nightmares at night."

Images flashed before Yao Jin's eyes like a revolving lantern, bizarre and fantastical, while intense pain coursed through her limbs and bones.

pain……

She felt sorry for him, she thought.

Yet, it still stubbornly resisted the pain, silently fighting against it, and opened its eyes wide to see.

How intense is the feeling of love? It's like a surging tide that sweeps you away, or a raging storm that crushes you bit by bit until all the air in your chest is swallowed up, and only then does it end.

It's perfectly normal for her to fall in love with Meng Ji. The Demon Realm has never had such a gentle person with such immense tolerance; even if she committed a grave mistake, the most she'd ever receive was punishment like copying lines. He would personally prepare candied fruit for her, and when no one believed him, he would stand firmly before her.

He would shield her eyes with his hand, afraid she would have nightmares.

But then the figure grew farther and farther away, blurring into a chaotic mass.

The surroundings suddenly changed, from surging tides to flashing swords.

A sharp whistling sound came from the front, cutting through light and shadow. Just as the sword tip was only an inch away from Yao Jin, Yao Jin suddenly woke up.

"You..." She looked at the newcomer with surprise and doubt.

It takes time to transition from a dream to reality, and it took Yao Jin quite a while to calm down. She subtly tried to retract her fingers, but couldn't summon any magic.

...

Leng Dandan naturally didn't miss this action. The venom in her eyes was more terrifying than a viper's hiss. Her usually aggrieved and weak face turned ferocious. "You little bitch, let's see how you escape now!"

"The precepts and rules of Buzhou Mountain were specially arranged for you. Are you satisfied?"

During the days Meng Ji was away, Leng Dandan wasn't just waiting. She asked her father to place a restriction on Buzhou Mountain, the purpose of which was to prevent Yao Jin, who was a demon, from using his demonic powers.

Without any magical powers, dealing with this bitch would be a piece of cake for her.

Thinking this, Leng Dandan gave a cold laugh. Her hand swiftly and ruthlessly thrust forward, piercing deep into Yao Jin's heart. The flesh tore open, and blood instantly stained the area, soaking Yao Jin's clothes.

A look of pain flashed across Yao Jin's face, but she frowned and didn't speak immediately. She knew that in this situation, any unnecessary movement could provoke the other person.

"How long have you been here?" she asked.

Leng Dandan: "Not long. It will only take half an incense stick's time to deal with you."

"I see." Yao Jin glanced around discreetly, but the place was completely unfamiliar, and the rising steam made her expression go blank for a moment.

Yao Jin was silent for a moment, then spoke again in a soft voice, like a veil floating in the clouds, "You came to kill me, but what's the use?"

"You can't fight the dead." Her gaze slowly settled on the sword Leng Dandan held, and she sighed softly. Subtle influence is truly a terrifying thing; after spending a long time with someone, your way of speaking will unconsciously become influenced by their mannerisms.

"Now that you've killed me, my place in his heart will be like that cinnabar mole, forever the best version of him. But what about you? From now on, you'll be looking at each other every day. Can you guarantee that your love will remain faithful to each other until the end?"

Upon hearing this, Leng Dandan gradually loosened her grip. "You mean..."

But as soon as she finished speaking, Leng Dandan suddenly sensed something was wrong. She raised her hand sharply, the tip of her sword pointing at her. "What kind of trick are you playing?"

She curled her lips, looking at Yao Jin who had suddenly lost all color in her eyes, "Don't think I don't know you're stalling for time."

"You're waiting for someone to come and save you, but what you don't know is that no matter how long you delay, he won't come!"

"My senior brother has returned victorious, and the entire Immortal Sect is celebrating his success. After the celebration, my father will tell him in front of everyone that he has agreed to betroth me to him."

"And you are nothing but a clown, a wildflower he encountered along the way."

As if in response to Leng Dandan's words, the fish swimming under the waterside pavilion suddenly leaped out of the water, their tails curling, and then sank back into the water with a splash, instantly creating droplets of water on the surface.

Although there was some distance, each drop of water seemed to splash into one's heart. Yao Jin's gaze quickly shifted to the ground in front of her, then she abruptly closed her eyes as if burned. A wave of pain washed over her, making her face appear as pale as wax. "I don't believe it..."

As she said this, a red mark appeared at the corner of her golden eye. She twisted the blanket beneath her and angrily shouted, "I don't believe it!"

Seemingly genuinely disbelieving, or perhaps the sharper the voice, the more it proved the truth, the intense emotional turmoil caused Yao Jin to inadvertently catch a breath of air that wasn't her own. She suddenly began to cough, her chest heaving as if the sword wound on her heart was being ripped out inch by inch, causing excruciating pain that seemed to pierce her very bones.

"If that's true, why are you in such a hurry to get rid of me?"

"If that's true, you can just wait for Meng Ji to come and marry you. Why did you kill me?!"

All that calmness and self-control is an illusion.

When you meet someone you like, you'll completely lose your composure.

Debating with someone requires quickly finding loopholes in their arguments and striking them down decisively. Yao Jin seized the opportunity to exploit these loopholes, but Leng Dandan was better prepared.

Leng Dandan snorted coldly, bent down slightly, and pinched Yao Jin's chin.

Their eyes met, and the disdain in her eyes was undisguised. "That's because Senior Brother wants both!"

Leng Dandan, having lived two lives, knew that lying couldn't be a one-dimensional affair. Her story was a mix of truth and falsehood, making it impossible to refute: "He was unwilling to give up his position as sect leader and was willing to marry me. But he also didn't want to leave you, so he wanted to keep you as a mistress, but I discovered it."

"So what? I've killed you now. Even if he finds out, he'll have to endure it. He can't bear to lose you, and he can't bear to lose me either. It's just that I'm caught in the middle and find you disgusting, like a fly. How can you, a mere witch, compare to me?"

"You..." Even in her rage, Yao Jin's face was breathtakingly beautiful. Blood seeped from her lips, and the fire in her eyes illuminated her pale skin, making her even more stunning. It was this face that had made her senior brother lose his mind! Leng Dandan's face twisted instantly. "It would be beneath my dignity to get entangled with you, given my status. But I really don't want to put my senior brother in a difficult position. I'd rather protect his reputation myself."

As long as I kill her, kill that bitch! All other problems will cease to be problems.

My senior brother won't know...

Leng Dandan suddenly exerted force, and the sword went in another inch. The dull sensation of pushing against her flesh felt like cutting a tough piece of meat, which made her face contort with rage.

Yao Jin's eyes widened, but his hands gripped the sword tightly to prevent the cold blade from piercing him. However, flesh couldn't withstand the cold light; despite Yao Jin's efforts, the sharp blade inevitably pierced his heart. Yao Jin was pinned to the spot, writhing in pain, gripping the sword even tighter while desperately trying to retreat. But where was there anywhere to retreat?

The pain quickly spread, causing her body to convulse; she didn't even have time to cry.

pain……

It really hurts...

Where did Meng Ji go?

Is it really that important to receive congratulations from ten thousand people?

Her world was in chaos, yet the tip of her nose smelled thick with the stench of blood. The world spun around her, and Yao Jin's face paled.

The power of bloodline is truly immense; even if it is severed, it takes a very long time to completely sever it. And the emotions generated during this time must be properly guided and resolved by a person.

Placing the gold in this secluded place, where it is not disturbed, is also to prevent some people with ill intentions from entering.

But this also conveniently benefited Leng Dandan.

Leng Dandan raised her voice: "Open your eyes and look around! If your senior brother really cared about you, would he let you stay in this unknown place?"

"Isn't it because you are of lowly status and don't deserve genuine treatment?"

"I was just teasing you."

Yao Jin stared blankly at her surroundings, trembling. Her brain was sore from lack of blood and oxygen that her body movements were paralyzed. But then a cold, venomous voice suddenly rang in her ears, "Go to hell, you little bitch!" and pulled her back to reality. Instantly, all the grievances and pain vanished, leaving only endless agony.

If your fingers touch the bone, then use that bone as a shield!

Yao Jin suddenly stood up, swiftly and ruthlessly drawing his sword with his hand. Then, he smeared his blood-soaked fingers directly onto Leng Dandan's face. Leng Dandan's vision was filled with blood, and she could no longer see. Stunned by the blow, she stood there in a daze for a long while.

Yao Jin ignored her and, taking advantage of her momentary daze, slapped her again. Leng Dandan screamed and quickly reacted, wrestling back until both of them fell to the ground.

Yao Jin's eyes were bright and round. When she was consumed by anger, her pupils were several shades darker than usual. Perhaps those words had touched her precarious heart, making her act with considerable ruthlessness.

With a "smack"!

Yao Jin slapped the other person again, but unexpectedly, the other person did not fight her to the death as before. Instead, the other person suddenly cried with a wronged face.

"Sister, please give me a way out."

"I, I really like my senior brother."

"I don't want it anymore, I don't want anything anymore..."

"Even if my sister were willing to let me be her concubine, I... I couldn't bear it."

This inexplicable change had already made Yao Jin seem to sense something was wrong. She instinctively realized that something was amiss, but for some reason, a feeling of unease welled up in her chest, and she was unable to let go of Leng Dandan's collar.

"Yao Jin." A particularly clear and melodious voice suddenly came from behind, like jade hitting a mountain stream, instantly chilling Yao Jin's heart.

She turned around and found a lot of people standing outside.